"I'd start a revolution... if I could get up in the morning..." ~Aimee Allen

There have been all sorts of influential people and moments in my life that have shaped me into the geek I am today. One Christmas, my father, then a district manager at Radio Shack, brought home a Tandy Color Computer. He unknowingly started me on a path he’s never quite come to understand, but three decades later, he’ll at least acknowledge my gaming with a smile. I suppose I could have followed one of my brother’s paths and become a computer programmer. I could throw down some sweet code back in the day, making my name flash in all four colours. But perhaps it was because my other brother–the one who taught me to read dinosaur books at age two and gave me his X-Men collection later on–was the more influential person in my life that I ended up focusing more on the games. Which, by the way, were on a tape cassette. I played Centipede, Galaga and the like. Then my dad brought home a cartridge, Pitfall, sealing my fate.

WHAT IS THIS?

This is my mindspill. Mostly about comics, books, video games, movies of the science fiction and fantasy leanings. Sometimes recipes and parenting stuff will sneak in, along with a real world rant or two.